December 15, 2014

Pride Promotions presents Wild R Christmas by Silvia Violet

Book
Name: Wild R Christmas

Author
Name: Silvia Violet

Author
Bio:

Silvia Violet writes erotic
romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary,
sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops
looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once
equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding
away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a
suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask
her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?"
She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what
she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully
delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her
incorrigible offspring.

Every
year Cole Wilder hosts a big Christmas dinner for all the employees
of Wild R Farm, and every year he takes on too many responsibilities
then ends up exhausted and even more cranky than usual. This year,
Cole’s husband, Jonah, is determined things will be different. Not
only is he having their bathroom renovated to add a little luxury to
their lives, he’s got plans to whisk Cole away for a Christmas
vacation. But getting Cole to agree to let their ebullient friend,
Tristan, organize Christmas at the farm is easier said that done.

Tristan
promises to take perfect care of the farm, but as soon as Cole and
Jonah leave, chaos ensues—couples fighting, construction disasters,
kitchen woes. The only thing keeping confessed Christmas-o-phile,
Tristan, merry is his boyfriend, Wes. He knows exactly what Tristan
needs so they can pull the whole Wild R Farm crew together for the
happiest Christmas they’ve ever had.

Wes pushed himself
up from the couch where he’d been doing research for his latest
case. “Just a sec.”

When he stepped into
the hall, he froze in disbelief. Tristan was stuck in the doorway
with at least three shopping bags in each hand. “What did you do?”

Tristan looked at
him like he was a simpleton. “I went shopping.”

Wes sighed as he
held the door open so Tristan could push through. Then he followed
his lover to the living room where Tristan dropped the bags in the
middle of the floor and plopped down beside them.

“I thought you
went for a run. What the hell were you doing shopping on the day
after Thanksgiving?”

Tristan again stared
at Wes like maybe he’d been replaced by an alien, one without much
brainpower. “Buying Christmas decorations, of course.”

“Christmas
decorations?” Wes did not want to consider the possibility that all
those bags were full of Santas, reindeer, and glittery balls.
Tristan’s balls were all Wes required this Christmas.

“Sure. I thought
we could put them up this afternoon.” Wes’s horror grew as
Tristan pulled out a red and green sweater. “Look what I got for
Cole.” Tristan held up the offensive garment and Wes fought the
urge to shrink backward. On the front was a wolf in a Santa suit
surrounded by sheep wearing elf hats. It said “A Wolf in Santa’s
Clothing.”

“That is…
hideous.”

Tristan laughed. “I
know. Isn’t it fantastic?”

“Tris, look… I
don’t—”

“Check these out.”
He held up lights shaped like reindeer. “They even blink.”

Wes knew arguing
with Tristan was useless but he felt compelled to make a small effort
anyway. “I usually just put a wreath on the door.”

“Tell me you don’t
have an album of cats meowing Christmas songs in there.”

Tristan put his
hands on his hips, which looked ridiculous with him sitting on the
floor surrounded by Christmas decor. “How insulting! Do you really
not know I prefer the barking dogs? I find cats too… slinky.”

Wes groaned. “You’re
going to be even more impossible than usual from now until Christmas,
aren’t you?”

“I’m going to be
festive.”

“A tree,
stockings, maybe a few other small items. That’s festive enough. I
can’t live in the middle of North Pole Central.”

“You’re always
so damn sure you can get your way.” And all too often he was right.

Tristan crawled
across the floor, and talk about slinky, he looked more jaguar than
stallion. Wes’s cock took immediate notice. Wes dropped his legs
open, knowing Tristan was playing him but not caring. No matter how
annoyed he was, he wasn’t going to turn his man down. Tristan
settled himself between Wes’s thighs and put his hand on the
fastening of his jeans. He caught Wes’s gaze, green eyes twinkling.
“Christmas is the season of giving, sweetheart. Just tell me what
you’d like me to give.”

“You’re offering
sex in exchange for turning the house into Tacky Christmas
Wonderland?”

Tristan popped Wes’s
snap. “I am. Tell me what you want.”

“Tristan.” Wes
tried to sound ominous but probably just sounded horny as hell.

Tristan slid his
zipper down, not easy in that position considering how hard Wes was.
He licked his lips and looked into Wes’s eyes. “You want to tie
me up? Paddle me? Tell me what it’s gonna cost.”

Wes’s breath
caught as Tristan ran a finger over his cock, which was still trapped
behind his boxer briefs. “This is insane.”